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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.