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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
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,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
X-102,
Scientists,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.