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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.