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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Faust,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.