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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.