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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.