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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.