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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.