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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.