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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.