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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.