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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.