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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.