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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.