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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.