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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.