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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.