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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.