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 Egypt 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.