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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.