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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.