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 Kiribati 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.