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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.