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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
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,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.