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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Smog,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.