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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.