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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.