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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.