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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.