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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.