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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.