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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Smog,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.