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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin 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?
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.