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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.