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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.