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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.