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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.