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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.