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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.