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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.