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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.