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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.