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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.