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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.