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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
Organ,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.