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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.