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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.