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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.