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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Fear,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.