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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.