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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.