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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.