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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Little Man,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
AZ,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.