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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.