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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.