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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Visage,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.