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 Greece and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.