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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Can,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.