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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Parry Music 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.