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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.