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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.