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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.