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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.