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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.