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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
cv313,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.