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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.