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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.