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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.