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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.