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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.