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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Babytalk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Doors 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 grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.