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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.