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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.