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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.