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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.