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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
CMW,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.