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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
The Victims,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.