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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.