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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.