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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.