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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.