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 Austria and from New York.
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 Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.