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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.