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 India and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.