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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Magazine,
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.