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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.