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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.