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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.