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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.