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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.