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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.