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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.