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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.