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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.