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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Scion,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.