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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.