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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.