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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.