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 China and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.