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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.