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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.