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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.