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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
UT,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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.