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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Index,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.