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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.