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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Television,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.