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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.