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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.