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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.