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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.