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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.