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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
The Evens,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.