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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.