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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Fear,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Crime,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.