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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Pagans,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.