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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.