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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Rekid,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.