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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.