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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.