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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.