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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.