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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.