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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Saints to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.