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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
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.