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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Technova,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.