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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.