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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.