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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.