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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Surgeon 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.