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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
UT,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.