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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.