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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.