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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Busters,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.