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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.