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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Deakin,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.