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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
X-102,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.