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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.