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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 X-102 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Wings,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
UT,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.