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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.