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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tim Buckley 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.