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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.