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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.