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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.