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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.