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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.