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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.