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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.