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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.