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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Can,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.