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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Fear,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.