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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.