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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.