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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 808 and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.