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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.