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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.