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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.