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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Darondo,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.