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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.