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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.