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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Index,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
X-102,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.