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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.