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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.