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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.