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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.