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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.