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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.