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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.