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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty 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 funk 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 a 808 and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.