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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.