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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.