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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.