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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Unwound to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.