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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.