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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.