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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nas,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.