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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.