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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Television to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.