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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.