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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.