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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.