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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
PIL,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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.