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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.