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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.