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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Index,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.