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 Belarus 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.