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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
UT,
Unwound,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.