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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
David Bowie,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.