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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.