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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
New Order,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.