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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Accadde A,
New Order,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.