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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
X-102,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.