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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
UT,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.