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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Hardrive 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.