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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.