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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.