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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
MC5,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Make Up,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.