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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.