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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Slave,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Wings,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.