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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.