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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.