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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.