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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
X-101,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.