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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.