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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Association,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.