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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Japan,
Roxette,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.