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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.