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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.