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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.