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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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.