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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.