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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 organ 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.