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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.