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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.