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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.