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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.