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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
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.