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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Technova,
Deakin,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.