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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.