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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
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.