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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Quantec,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.