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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.