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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.