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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.