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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.