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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.