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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.