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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Ituana,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.