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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Busters,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.