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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.