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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.