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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.