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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.