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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Q65,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Whodini,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.