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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
The Associates,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.