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 Panama 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.