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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.