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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
PIL,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.