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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.