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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Sparks,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The Fall,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.