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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.