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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.