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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.