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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
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.