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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.