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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.