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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.