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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.