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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.