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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.