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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
UT,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.