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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.