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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.