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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacob Miller 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.