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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.