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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.