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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
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.