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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.