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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
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,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.