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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.