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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.