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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.