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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.