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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Pole,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.