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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
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Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.