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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.