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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 snare 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.