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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.