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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.