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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.