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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.