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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
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 Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.