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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.