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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.