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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.