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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.