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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
the Swans,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.