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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
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.