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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.