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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.