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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
The Residents,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.