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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Unwound,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.