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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.