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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Cowsills to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.