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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.