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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
PIL,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.