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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.