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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.