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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.