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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
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.