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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.