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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.