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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.