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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.