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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
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.