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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.