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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.