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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.