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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.