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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.