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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.