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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.