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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.