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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.