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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.