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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
New Order,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.