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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.