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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.