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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
The Index,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.