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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Monks,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.