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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Pagans,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.