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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.