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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.