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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.