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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.