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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.