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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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?
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.