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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.