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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.