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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.