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 Turkey and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Q65 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.