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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Can,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
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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.