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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.