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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.