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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.