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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.