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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.