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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.