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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.