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 Syria 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.