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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Can,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.