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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.