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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
X-102,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.