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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Visage,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.