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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.