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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.