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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.