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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.