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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.