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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.