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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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 Gories,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.