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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
10cc,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Wings,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.