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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.