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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.