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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.