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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Excepter to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.