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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
JFA,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.