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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.