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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.