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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.