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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Roxette 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Scion,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.