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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.