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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.