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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.