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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
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.