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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Mars,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.