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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.