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 Palau and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.