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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.