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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.