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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.