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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Index,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.