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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.