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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
UT,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.