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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.