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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.