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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Radiohead,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.