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 South Africa 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.