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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.