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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.