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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.