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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
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,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.