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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.