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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.