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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Can,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.