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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Cure to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.