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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.