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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
the Association,
The Litter,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Television,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.