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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Faust,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.