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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.