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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sparks,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.