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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Fear,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Shoche,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.