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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.