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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
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.