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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.