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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.