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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.