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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Audionom,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Josef K,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.