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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Can,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.