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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.