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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.