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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.