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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.