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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.