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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.