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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.