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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.