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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.