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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.