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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.