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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.