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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.