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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.