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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.