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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.