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 Norway 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.