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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.