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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.