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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.