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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images 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?
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.