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 Austria 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 Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.