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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.