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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.