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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.