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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.