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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.