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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
The Move,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.