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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
JFA,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.