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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.