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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.