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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
MC5,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.