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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.