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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Chrome,
10cc,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.