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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.