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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.