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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.