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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.