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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Ludus,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Faust,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.