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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Japan,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.