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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.