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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.