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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.