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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.