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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.