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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.