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 Oman and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.