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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.