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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.