Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.