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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.