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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.