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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.