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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.