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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.