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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.