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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.