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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
X-102,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
ABC,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.