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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Lyres,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.