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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
the Association,
MC5,
Erasure,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and 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.