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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.