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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.