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 Romania and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.