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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.