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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.