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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
10cc,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Swans,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.