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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Index,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.