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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.