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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Can,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.