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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Echospace,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.