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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.