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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.