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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Can,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.