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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.