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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Can,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.