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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.