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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.