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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.