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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.