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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
The Motions,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.