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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.