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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Interpol,
The Busters,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.