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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.