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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Jandek,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.