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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.