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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
cv313,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.