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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.