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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Flipper,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.