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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Monks to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.