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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.