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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
UT,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.