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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.