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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.