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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.