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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.