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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.