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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.