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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Scion,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.