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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.