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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.