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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.