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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.