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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.