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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Iggy Pop 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
The Residents,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.