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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.