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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.