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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Slave,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.