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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.