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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.