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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.