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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.