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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.