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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.