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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.