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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.