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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.