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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Japan,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.