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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.