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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.