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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.