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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Can to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.