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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Television,
Scion,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.