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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
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,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.