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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.